Strength of Spirit

Strength of Spirit

by Amanda Faith

Genre: Paranormal Mystery

Tags: Paranormal, mystery, ghost, crime, witch, government

Release: October 12, 2012

Editor: Rosalie Skinner

Line Editor: Gloria Oren

Cover Designer: Marion Sipe

Words: 28351

Pages: 70

ISBN: 978-1-77127-176-9

Price: $3.50

Back Cover:

My name was Velvet Moon. Guess it still is. I never thought I would have an interesting life. It was ok, just not interesting.

Now my death is another story.

Momma and I had no idea the day Wren Easton came into our shop would change our lives so much, or that he would involve us in his job with the government.

Did I mention he was like a Ghostbuster 007? Interesting job.

Now I have to solve my murder, protect my mother, and fight against an evil man that wants to rule the world.

Why not? I have nothing better to do.

Excerpt:

What a cool job.

Up until a few hours ago, I never knew a job like Wren’s existed. Now I discover his type of occupation has been around for at least a century. Goes to prove the government does all kinds of things we normal people don’t know about.

Like I would know what normal was. Yeah, right.

 I learned about his training and his testing. He had been targeted at a young age. and under consideration for the job from early in his life. It seems those intelligence tests we took in school are more than just information for the school system. The government wants to see who is “above the norm.” Wren proved himself to be extremely intelligent, physically fit, and had psychic abilities.

Apparently, he remained unaware how much ability he possessed, or he would not have been able to fend off his recent attack the way he did. It seemed his natural abilities took over.

I probed him, gently and in sections. I didn’t want to create more chaos within his head than was already there. His psyche needed healing. This was where my witchy talents came in. It took a little time, but at least I managed to bandage him up, so to speak. I learned more about the current case he was working on.

His latest mission centered on Michael York a businessman always in the papers for one kind of philanthropic work at a hospital, or library, or something. He appeared to be the pillar of the community with more money than any three deities. Not married or having any children, he seemed devoted to his business. Little did anyone know his main source of income were drugs and weapons. He kept that hidden pretty well. At least he thought he did until Wren and his guys entered the picture. It was strictly a fluke the whole operation was discovered at all.

Wren learned how Michael York employed his own supernatural help.

Ghosts can go where they want, when they want to. Somehow, York had a medium enslave a spirit. This achievement meant the medium possessed a spell or icon powerful enough to hold the ghost in thrall. Using the spirit to gather information was too precious a commodity for York to ever release the spirit. The entity sold his soul, so to speak, to York, and couldn’t get out of the bargain.

If a ghost sold his soul, who collected and where did it go?

Better yet, how do you store one of those things?

There was a danger in trying to confine a soul. A spirit would only tolerate so much; then it gets even. If a spirit isn’t free to move on, the spirit will eventually possess the person who trapped them. Theoretically, the controlee becomes the controller. Possession had to be agony for both. Once the possession happened, one soul would not be complete without the other for as long as the human body could stand hosting them. I understood that. No one could control me when I was alive. I would get even in the end if someone tried to control me now I’m dead.

What amazed me was how the spirits communicated with each other. At least it won’t be a lonely life once this situation with Big Burly was sorted. It explained where the voices were coming from. I can hear anyone—anything—close, it would seem. Maybe part of this ability came from being psychic. It’s all so new and not like I’ve had a lot of time to explore this new aspect of my existence. Wren didn’t appear to have any more useful information. He understood ghosts to a degree and how to summon one, but he didn’t have long conversations with one to learn about the inner workings of the spirit realm. He was strictly the hit man.

Apparently, Wren got caught going back to house of Michael York’s medium. Big Burly roughed him up, but Wren managed to escape. The whole thing became evident to me as I realized something.

They let him go.

Wren possessed an item Michael York wanted; a charm of some sort. The talisman was extremely important. York wanted it back. It was worth killing over. Now Wren held the item, he’d hidden it. The importance of the charm wasn’t immediately obvious and I didn’t want to probe deeply since Wren was pretty banged up.

I let go. Wren came back into focus. The link worked both ways, and now he understood me a little better.

“Velvet, I’ll see what new information I can find out about the amulet and about Michael York for you. Thanks.”

Wren went into the other room and made a few phone calls. It didn’t matter who overheard what anymore. The cards were all laid out on the table, so to speak.

Nia watched our communication transpire. Even though my probing only took a few minutes, watching it happen to someone you love must have seemed kind of freaky.

“Velvet, is he going to be alright?”

“Yeah, Momma. He is going to be just fine.” I filled Momma in on what I had learned while she sat there, so quiet and subdued.

Wren came back into the room. “I left messages with some people who can help. I need to go stake out York’s home to see if I can discover anything. I can’t waste time sitting here.”

Nia jumped up. “No. You need time to heal. You’re only going to make matters worse.”

Wren took her into his arms and held her close, kissing the top of her head. My heart warmed knowing Momma will be loved when I leave here. After a few minutes, he released her.

“I have to, Nia. You know that I have to.” Without another word, he left.

About the Author:

Amanda Faith was born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, but has lived in the South since 1980. Teaching high school and college English doesn’t slow her down from having a plethora of hobbies. She published a short story "Dream Trap" and poetry "The Touch of Love" in Horizons Anthology and her dissertation Student and Teacher Perceptions of Benefits of Study Skills. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English, a Masters in Education-English, and a Doctorate in Education-Teacher Leadership. Currently living with her husband Kenny, three cats, and one dog.

Author's Other Works:

She published a short story "Dream Trap" and poetry "The Touch of Love" in Horizons Anthology and her dissertation Student and Teacher Perceptions of Benefits of Study Skills.

Customer Reviews:

This is an incredible book from a great new writer. Velvet Moon is an awesome character and a welcome addition to the world of the supernatural. I am looking forward to reading the next part of what I hope will become an ongoing series.

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